i already have this up but i was wondering if i could get more answers
i wrote this poem when a couple monthes ago and recently found and edited it im 16 so don't be too harsh please.
It's called Dance,My Puppet Dance
Crystalized tears surround her face.
Blackened eyes show no emotion.
She slowly falls down to the floor,broken limbs and all.
What has become of her,who is she now
Beautiful,Broken,Bruised she takes a step up to breathe
Fractures dreams she looks upon,Haunted.
Can this be happening?
Could she be pushed to the extent
That she's just laying there like a broken baby doll.
Waiting to be fixed once again.
Handled with such gentle care to just be thrown away.
A smile spreads across her face as she realizes there's hope if she can find it.
Broken little marionette doll,stand up.
Use the strings that once held you high above to climb.
Begin the routine once again,1 2 step,1 2 step.
FALL.
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